Chapter X: Private emotion

"We should learn how to make love correctly before going mad in front of a history book" Boris Vian

The Force seemed to be screaming. While Obi-wan and Anakin ran to the place where their senses guided them, lightsabers in hand, the Force sent them red lighting, screams and terror.

They both noticed that a small part of the Heri army was following them, but they just ran faster, as fast as their legs allowed them, fighting to get in time to the place where the battle was taking place.

When they got there, they watched a few part of the Shani army attacking a town that was slightly far from the center of the Heri city. The men tried to defend themselves with their working tools while the women tried to get away from the danger carrying their children, who cried to stay next to their fathers.

"Let's split", said Obi-wan when both of them got to the place, "send the army to protect women and children and look for the leader of the battalion... they will stop once he does", in a normal situation, Anakin would have protested against the orders but right now, all of his body was just screaming that he should act, "and be careful", Anakin watched Obi-wan leave and go to the battle.

"You too", his voice was a whisper, a petition made to the wind that no one would hear, but enough to remember him that Obi-wan could take care of himself… he hoped.

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Anakin always got a rush of adrenaline every time he fought. The lightsaber seemed to be a part of his body, moving with the same fluidity than that of his arms or legs. His mind concentrated totally on what he was doing, going endlessly through steps and steps learned years ago, anticipating the movement of his enemy, separating the battle in a predictable sequence of moves.

Of course, right now there was no other sword to face, only primitive blasters and wounded men. The battle was not being a difficult one, which seemed illogical. Why attack with a weak army? Why not wait? But they hadn't, and the men fell easily under his agile movements.

Anakin was trying to open a not to bloody way for himself, wounding but never killing, looking for the leader of the squad who, as suspected, directed the attack from the center, a very coward position in his opinion. He had to get to him, since he knew Obi-wan wouldn't. He could feel his presence, the vibration of his saber far away, guiding the defense, protecting the lives of the defenseless.

He wondered why Obi-wan was so sure that he would stop this. Nobody had ever had faith in him but, after all, Obi-wan was not like everybody else.

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Obi-wan had never been too partial to a battle. Truth be told, his way of moving the sword was good and had a perfect technique, but lacked that easiness that seemed to fill others. For him battles were a strategy, a game of steps in which any wrong movement could cost a life, and that is why he always took the most defensive position.

The fighting this time was turning to be quite disappointing, given that both sides were injured and tired, which proved him that the Shani army was not as strong as he had thought. Batcha had probably decided to risk a surprise attack but still, he had no chances with men that could barely stand.

Obi-wan could feel Anakin going through the inside of the battalion, looking for the man that directed it, so he decided to take care of the defense, trying to save as many lives as he could. He wasn't surprised by how easy it seemed to trust Anakin in this, since the figure of the young one with the lightsaber had been the most imposing one he had ever seen.

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The man that commanded the battalion was strong and impotent, but he fell to his knees before Anakin's saber easily. When the man felt the heat of the edge close to his neck, he raised his eyes to Anakin's and, with a war yell that extended through the field, the battle stopped.

Anakin held the sword strongly while watching Obi-wan get closer to the place with fast steps, his own saber still lighted between his hands.

"Why were you sent to a battle you couldn't win?", asked Obi-wan when he reached them, "there isn't a man who isn't injured."

"The surprise element", nodded the man, getting his head a little higher to get as far as possible from Anakin's sword.

"Go back to your leader and take your men. Tell him we will go to see him with new terms and tell him not to send his army to stupid battles", Obi-wan's voice was serious, authoritarian, and it was enough for the man to nod and for Anakin to turn off his saber, satisfied, "and tell him that it is not a beg but a call to common sense."

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Both jedi organized the soldiers to transport the wounded civilians as well as his own companions. They had been lucky, since the healer team was planning on leaving the next day, so they were still in the palace and able to take care of this new problem. On the other hand, the battle had not been long and the injured ones hadn't been too many this time.

Once everything was organized, Obi-wan and Anakin walked back to the palace.

"We'll have to talk about some things with Gambola before negotiating again, although I'm not sure it will do a thing", Obi- wan crossed his arm over his chest while he walked, nodding.

"The Shani clan is not as strong as we thought", nodded Anakin, "they sent a broken army, so Batcha should understand the necessity of an agreemen.t"

"Yes, I guess so… besides, he is facing his own people, I don't think anybody would like more killing. Although the truth is that I don't know what to expect from that man."

"It is v– you're bleeding", Anakin stopped and took Obi-wan's hand between his, seeing a light trail of blood that came from the inside of his robes.

"It's ok, a blaster reached me but–", he stopped his explanation, since Anakin was more focused in the hole that the blaster had left in his clothes. Anakin took some of the fabric away from his chest, watching a small bleeding wound.

"Doesn't look good", whispered Anakin caressing the surrounding of the wound with two firm fingers.

"It's ok, we can't bother the healers with this when there are so many people in danger", said Obi-wan. The truth was he hated healers, with their tests, their exaggerating and their bossy manners.

"Yes… I'll take care of it, come on", Anakin entwined his fingers with Obi-wan's and pulled, continuing his way to the palace that was already in sight.

"You will take care of it? Should I be worried?", all the answer he got was a smile.

When they reached the palace, Anakin made sure someone announced Gambola that they would meet him as soon as they could, took some supplies from the little room the healers used as storage and dragged Obi-wan to their shared rooms.

Obi-wan allowed Anakin to sit him on the bed and to open the front of his clothes, exposing easily the wound in his left pectoral.

"You really don't have to– ouch, be careful", Obi-wan supported himself in the palm of his hands and let Anakin disinfect the wound.

"Sorry, but I'm not a healer", Anakin watched the wound closely, trying to avoid pain.

"You don't have to tell me that."

"Hey, it's not my fault that you're too old for this kind of thing", Obi-wan made an infuriated sound and Anakin had to laugh while his hands caressed the surroundings of the wound, "just kidding… besides, you're probably younger than you look, always reading and so composed."

"How old do you think I am?"

"Er… like… thirty two?", Anakin raised his eyes to Obi-wan's who gave him a sincere smile.

"Thirty four, actually. You must be… twenty three, right?", Anakin nodded, taking his attention back to the injury that had stopped bleeding, "Force, now I feel old."

"The difference is not that big."

"Just think that when you were nine I was twenty", Anakin just smiled, taking his face away from Obi-wan's chest.

"The difference is not that big", he repeated, "I think that's it", Obi-wan took his look to the wound and touched it with a pair of fingers, nodding then. When he raised his eyes again, he watched Anakin moving his face and kissing softly the injured skin on his chest, "my mother always said that a kiss took away the pain", he whispered before kissing Obi-wan's neck.

"Anakin?", asked Obi-wan half closing his eyes and taking one hand to Anakin's hair.

"Yes?", Anakin's lips found the back of Obi-wan's ear and kissed there again.

"It doesn't hurt there."

"I know", Anakin separated slightly and then caressed Obi-wan's cheek with his own. He joined their foreheads and took his real hand to Obi-wan's lips, caressing the lower one deliberately slow, "how about here?", Obi-wan showed half a smile before kissing Anakin's lips slowly.

When Anakin's lips parted, Obi-wan let his tongue caress them softly before going inside Anakin's mouth. Obi-wan allowed his hand to descend to Anakin's neck, pressing them more, while Anakin's hand descended through Obi-wan's naked chest until reaching his stomach.

"Obi-wan! Anakin! Can I come in?", Obi-wan started to separate when he heard the voice, and all Anakin could do was hold Obi-wan's lower lip between his until they were completely apart, "Obi-wan! Cookie!"

"This woman and her timing", groaned Anakin, still not making the distance between them any larger, "we could pretend we are not here", Obi-wan said no with his head exaggeratedly.

"That would be rude, cookie", he said ruffling his hair.

"Sometimes I think you're too kind for your own good."

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Minutes later, both men were in a large room, sitting in front of an oval table next to Gambola, Kanti and Jacob, looking for conclusions and, better yet, solutions.

"We've seen that their army is a wreck, but yours isn't any better", Obi-wan nodded energetically, "I don't think that the ministers still want a blood bath after this. If a pact is signed assuring peace between both parts any transgression from any of the both sides will be enough to arrest the responsible."

"But why would Batcha sign a pact now?", asked Gambola.

"Because he must have realized that he can't allow himself a war. No part will win if you face each other, all you will get will be more death."

"And why can't I go to the negotiation?", continued Gambola, "I don't see why you should go alone", he made a head movement towards Anakin and Obi-wan and then took his gaze to his own hands.

"Because Batcha is unpredictable and dangerous, we can't take risks", Gambola opened his mouth again, willing to contradict Obi- wan's words, but a knock on the door stopped him.

"Come in", the door opened, permitting the entrance of one of the servants of the palace and a member of the Shani clan.

"I bring a message from Batcha, Shani leader, to Anakin Skywalker", the boy made a light bow and looked for the owner of the name.

"Talk", nodded Anakin while looking at the boy.

"The Shani leader whishes you to know that he is willing to sign the initial pact as long as what was promised is given, and he whishes to know if you will go tonight", Anakin ignored Obi-wan's questioning look and just watched the boy.

"Tell him I'll go", the young one made a second bow and left the room along with the servant.

"Anakin, what–", Anakin cut Obi-wan's question with a hard look and, standing up slowly, he left the room.

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"What was that all about?", Obi-wan followed Anakin's steps to his room and made his infuriated question after closing the door.

"Nothing, you already heard it", Anakin turned around, facing Obi- wan, "he will sign the pact."

"In exchange of what, Anakin?"

"Do I really have to explain it to you?", Anakin crossed his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow.

"Sex? He will sign the treaty after sleeping with you?", Obi-wan walked to where Anakin was with fury in his eyes. He wasn't willing to solute all of this with a night in Anakin's bed.

"You said he can't afford a war and that he would sign… seems logic that he asks for something more, don't you think?"

"So you're just sleeping with him."

"It's just sex, Obi-wan, sex over innocent lives", Obi-wan opened his mouth, but Anakin interrupted him by raising a hand, "you have seen it, the massacre, the death, Thania… if this is the solution I will just accept the terms."

"There is always another solution", Obi-wan's voice was a whisper, "you don't have to… you can't", he took one hand to Anakin's face, but he didn't let him touch him, "come on, Anakin! What about all that about not whoring yourself out for the Order? How about dignity? You don't have to sleep with a man you don't want to just beca–"

"Who said I didn't want to sleep with him?", Obi-wan stopped his speech and gave Anakin a hard look.

"Fine then, if that's what you want", Anakin half smiled, taking his eyes away from Obi-wan's.

"Come on, Obi-wan! Why don't you stop talking about dignity and other solutions?", Anakin returned his eyes to Obi-wan, who took a step back, "I'm asking for a bit of honesty, that's all… if you tell me that you don't want me to sleep with him, I won't", Obi-wan pressed his lips, staying silent, "fine", with that, Anakin left the room.

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When Anakin arrived at Batcha's house, he was already waiting for him. Sitting comfortably in front a table, he offered him a smile that went from lust to superiority. He stood up elegantly, offering Anakin a glass filled with some kind of liquid that Anakin looked at with no interest.

"Do we really need all the theatrics?", asked Anakin getting rid of his cape and tossing it carelessly on a chair.

Batcha smiled widely and nodded, leaving the glass on the table. He pointed to the next room and Anakin followed him. When Anakin closed the door behind him, Batcha lost no time in pressing him against the closest wall and putting his lips on his neck, licking then a trail to his ear. Anakin closed his eyes tightly, fighting the necessity of pushing the other body away.

Batcha's teeth bit his earlobe strongly, and Anakin couldn't help but think how soft Obi-wan's caresses had been even when their sexual encounters had been aggressive, and how they had never felt as incorrect as Batcha's lips descending through his cheek.

"Don't", when Batcha's lips went to his mouth, Anakin moved his face quickly, "don't do that", Batcha raised his hand to Anakin's mouth, caressing the lower lip strongly.

"You'll beg for a kiss eventually."

"Allow me to doubt that", Batcha smiled again, descending his lips on Anakin's neck. Second later his hand found some uncovered skin and just then, Anakin knew he couldn't do this.

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Obi-wan, sitting in the principal stairs of the palace, wasn't sure if he should hit his head against a wall or run to find Anakin. I don't want you to sleep with him. It would have been easy to let the words leave his mouth, specially when he felt them. No, it was true, he didn't want Anakin in Batcha's arms, or anybody else for that matter, just between his, but he couldn't say that. Anakin hadn't been asking for a simple sentence, he had asked for an I love you, an I need you, a please don't leave me, and that was why Obi-wan hadn't given it. The thing was Obi-wan wasn't sure he had done the right thing. Wouldn't it had been better to bury his pride and sleep cuddling Anakin? The truth was he couldn't be sure of a thing except that he didn't want Anakin sleeping with that man.

"Can't sleep?", Obi-wan raised his face, finding Jacob, who sited next to him on the stairs, "I wouldn't feel alright sending a friend to my father, either."

"Was he that bad to you? Enough for you to turn your back on him?", asked Obi-wan looking at the boy, "he is still your father."

"He never did a thing for me… I think you choose your family, it can't be imposed", Obi-wan smiled, nodding.

"You sound mature for your age", Jacob nodded thankfully and, suddenly, an idea struck Obi-wan, "you're more than eighteen, right?", Jacob nodded again, "would you be willing to sign the pact?"

"Me?", Jacob opened his eyes enormously, pointing at himself.

"You're the heir of the Shani clan and you're old enough", started Obi-wan, "if you sign the treaty it's just as legal as if your father had… of course, that would imply taking your father's leadership away, which would be dangerous, specially if the people don't like it, but–"

"I will do anything", nodded Jacob, "I will risk anything to end this up. The Heri are good people, they took me in… I'm willing to do anything for the peace", Obi-wan smiled, nodding and taking a thoughtful hand to his chin.

"I will think about it… although if Anakin brings a signed pact tonight this is just silly talk", Obi-wan offered the young boy a sad smile. If he had thought about this before, they could have saved all this.

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After waiting a little bit more on his own, Obi-wan decided to return to his room. He took off his cloak and, after folding it carefully, sited on the edge of the bed and got rid of his boots. When he was standing up again, the door opened and Anakin entered the room, stopping his steps when he saw him.

Obi-wan wanted to scream at him, to claim something and tell him that he had no right to do this, he wanted to scream at him about everything and more, but all he got where some choked words.

"I didn't want you to sleep with him", Anakin offered him a half smile, lowered his eyes to his hands and then took them back to Obi- wan.

"I couldn't sleep with him."

They held their gazes a few seconds and then, almost as if they had an agreement, both of them started to walk towards the other. They met in the middle of the room, joining their lips before any other word could get in the middle. Obi-wan hugged Anakin's waist, joining their bodies while Anakin bit his lower lip asking for entrance. They kissed slowly, tongues going from mouth to mouth, caressing all they could find, while their hands buried in hair and backs, starting to look for skin to caress.

Anakin was the first one to find the opening of Obi-wan's clothing, taking off the upper part in one swift movement. One of his hands went down Obi-wan's spine while the other one caressed chest and stomach firmly and while Obi-wan's lips descended through his neck, erasing Batch's touch, taking softly away the hateful scent.

Obi-wan's hands got away from Anakin's back, looking for the front part of his clothes. Obi-wan opened them easily, taking his hands from Anakin's waist to his shoulders, pushing then all of them. They didn't reach the floor, since they got stuck with the glove that covered Anakin's right hand. Obi-wan took his eyes there, and Anakin just shook his hand slightly, making the clothes fall to the floor. Nevertheless, Obi-wan took his hand to Anakin's and took off his glove, showing his robotic hand.

Anakin smiled before kissing Obi-wan's lips again, sucking the lower one slightly when Obi-wan arched to the cold feeling of his metal hand against his back. Obi-wan surrounded Anakin's waist again, sticking their bodies completely, drowning a moan in the kiss when their erections met above the clothes. One of Obi-wan's hands went inside Anakin's pants, pushing them until they reached the floor. Anakin took off his boots as best as he could and got rid of Obi- wan's pants at the same time, caressing then every piece of skin that hadn't been investigated.

Anakin and Obi-wan had slept together a lot of times, but they had never taken the time to caress slowly, to kiss and mark, to know the points that would make the other one moan. This time they both wanted to moan, to scream the other one's name and to know every part that was uncovered.

Obi-wan pushed Anakin on the bed and he got between his legs, kissing his navel softly. Anakin let his head fall on the pillow when Obi-wan's kisses ascended to one of his dark nipples. Anakin buried one hand in Obi-wan's hair and guided him to his mouth, kissing his lips and joining their bodies, which moved against each other looking unconsciously for more friction. While their tongues fought between their mouths and their breaths mixed, one of Anakin's hands went to Obi-wan's butt, controlling the movement of his hips, making it faster. Obi-wan had to separate from the kiss and whisper Anakin's name in the middle of a pleasure moan.

Obi-wan took his hand to Anakin's lips and Anakin licked the three offered fingers slowly, sucking the fingertips and kissing them later. Those same three fingers went to Anakin's entrance, proving softly. Anakin rolled his eyes and moaned loudly when the three fingers were inside him, caressing slowly. Obi-wan's lips caressed his neck, kissing then a trail to his ear and then back.

When the friction became unbearable, Obi-wan took his fingers away and entered Anakin slowly, but he surrounded his waist with his legs, making the entrance faster. He held Anakin's hips strongly, starting to go in and out first slowly, then faster. Soon the movement became frenetic and uncontrolled, the room filling with ragged moans and fast breathings.

Obi-wan searched for Anakin's real hand and entwined their fingers, pressing them strongly and looking then at the honey colored eyes. Where other times had been resentment and hate now there was just lust, desire and need. Obi-wan smiled before kissing Anakin's lips desperately.

Anakin was the first one to finish, biting Obi-wan's lower lip and sending him to his own orgasm, drowning a moan between his lips. Obi- wan let all of his weight rest on Anakin while he tried to calm his breathing. He opened the eyes he had closed unconsciously and watched the small smile that curved Anakin's perfect lips. He kissed him again, sliding slowly to the bed to free Anakin from his weight and allow his chest to ascend and descend with his fast breathing.

They kissed slowly and with need, biting their tongues and lips slightly, breathing the other one's scent, recognizing a mouth they already claimed as their. When they separated, Obi-wan leaned his head on Anakin's chest and, not letting go of his hand, allowed tiredness to get to him. Anakin buried his metal hand between Obi- wan's hair and, with a last smile, he closed his eyes.

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End chapter X.

Private emotion – Ricky Martín & Meja
Every endless night has a
dawning day
Every darkest sky has a shining ray
And it shines on you baby
can't you see
You're the only one who can
shine for me
CHORUS
It's a private emotion that fills you tonight
And a silence falls between us
As the shadows steal the light
And wherever you may find it
Wherever it may lead
Let your private emotion come to me
Come to me
When your soul is tired and your

heart is weak
Do you think of love as a one way street
Well it runs both ways,
open up your eyes
Can't you see me here,
how can you deny
REPEAT CHORUS
Every endless night has a
dawning day
Every darkest sky has a shining ray
It takes a lot to laugh as your
tears go by
But you can find me here till your
tears run dry
It's a private emotion that fills
you tonight
And a silence falls between us
As the shadows steal the light
And wherever you may find it
Wherever it may lead
Let your private emotion come to me

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